Almost imperceptibly, the days shorten. Now, in bed, it’s still light with no sun insight. So again the Perseids will shoot past ome as I sleep. When we lived in Hayfork we pumped up an air mattress and lay out in front of our house. If we were the first to spot a meteorite and to yell out “ee auk ee, meteor.” We owned it. Here near the coast, our sightings are robbed by incident light and morning fog. I’m desperate. This shower will be dissolved by time. And then it’s August. The last full summer month.
On Thursday we head back to the Ely Garage home. It’s a quick 2200 miles. Hopefully we’ll spot some meteors from the road. We should be in Ely on or before August 1st which is the full moon. This should prompt the animals to sing and dance all around.
We have so many birds at our feeding stations here, it’s hard to leave. But building a house and paddling a canoe is our waiting adventure.
Mountain Peace 